Musing

She’s right, you know. Our egos are fragile, and the ways we use women to shore them up range from pathetic to criminal.

A woman spreading her legs, clothed, is about the hottest thing I can imagine — and I found a new way to procrastinate.

THGITW weighs in on cheating, judgment, and the dangerous false equivalence between infidelity and violence.

I’m judging people who judge people, and I see the irony — but I’m not backing down.

A friend’s rape fantasy leads me to reckon with why hard fucking is, for me, a quick path to a lost erection.

I don’t fit in among the polyamorists or the swingers — too earnest for the one crowd, not earnest enough for the other.

What if what I’ve always understood as infinite desire is actually infinite fear?

After a walk with L, I passed a tiny, curvy woman and was swamped with a very specific desire — not for her, exactly, but for the feeling of a small body yielding to my forcefulness.

Three ways I use porn, only one of which has much to do with being horny.

Family, blowjobs, women’s clothing, words, and you.